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Post by WCHC Sports on Jun 21, 2024 7:42:26 GMT -5
Powerful words And Reggie was not talking about the 1930s, 40s, or even 50. Those As teams were most likely in the 70s. My dad was in boot camp in the Navy and spent time in Mississippi in... 1973? And he would often remark being a bit surprised that they still had billboards and signs of men in white hoods advertising something like, "Be home by dark, boy!" Insane.
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Post by 78purple on Jun 21, 2024 9:06:34 GMT -5
. Let's also not forget Roberto Clemente. Maybe the greatest arm ever A little too young to recall it from the day, but I've seen video of Clemente throwing multiple guys out at first. (some a function of taking too wide a turn) Clemente probably the best Right Fielder of all time.......No one went from 1st to 3rd on him
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Post by 78purple on Jun 21, 2024 9:08:05 GMT -5
Powerful words And Reggie was not talking about the 1930s, 40s, or even 50. Those As teams were most likely in the 70s. My dad was in boot camp in the Navy and spent time in Mississippi in... 1973? And he would often remark being a bit surprised that they still had billboards and signs of men in white hoods advertising something like, "Be home by dark, boy!" Insane. I clearly remember as a kid in the late '60's driving through the Carolinas seeing public restrooms being marked " Colored " and " White "
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Post by KY Crusader 75 on Jun 21, 2024 9:37:38 GMT -5
A little too young to recall it from the day, but I've seen video of Clemente throwing multiple guys out at first. (some a function of taking too wide a turn) Clemente probably the best Right Fielder of all time.......No one went from 1st to 3rd on him Fantastic arm for sure, although he did not have a high fielding average. He had a lot of assists which is very impressive because you have to figure that smart runners (or smart third base coaches) would stop trying to challenge his arm after a few years...
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Post by rgs318 on Jun 21, 2024 9:38:36 GMT -5
I share similar memories. In the late 50s I was at a beach in Lake Worth, Florida and went into a sode fountain to get a Coke. I had been sitting for some time watching the soda jerk work behind the counter when I asked if he could please get me a soda. His response threw me when he said, "We don't serve your kind in here." I first wondered how he knew I was Catholic. It finally dawned on me that he thought my tan was "too dark" so I must be "colored." It was a bit of a shock. At first I was going to say that I was white, but I thought better of it. That would have made me a part of his prejudice and I wanted no part of that. I also considered dropping my bathing suit and showing him my white butt, However, at age 12 I did not want to get arrested for indecent exposure. As the only person in his store, he was clearly not worried about business. I just sat there and after a few minutes asked again for a soda. This time he slowly got me one. A small victory in my mind. It did however, inspire me to work in voter registration only a few years later. It was a difficult time back then. We even went to a Sunday Mass in an unmarked wooden "church." It was allowed to exist for one mass on Sunday by the local KKK. We had to be done by noon and the building (a "mission" church) was locked up for the rest of the week. It was a strange and difficult time.
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